Went to a family wedding in New Jersey over the weekend. The last time I’ve been to a family wedding was when my nephew got married up in Canada three years ago. It was great to see everyone after six years of being in Texas. I know every family has their unique relationships and it gets kind of hard to explain it to people, so where do I begin?
This was my mother’s side of the family. My mother was the youngest of five children; two brothers and two sisters. The brothers hated each other and never spoke again. The three sisters only spoke to my mother but not to each other. Lots of internal fights my mother didn’t know about. It’s the same way in my husbands family with the aunts and uncles. You know, ‘back in 1953, she/he said this about me and I’ll never forgive her/him’….and they don’t!
The oldest, Grace, was much older than my mother. Grace married first and had a son, Paul and daughter, Grace. She later divorced, remarried and had a son, Robert.
Grace named my mother, Estelle, Grace’s god mother. My mother was only three years old at the time. So the wedding was for young Grace’s grandson, Andrew who is thirty two years old. Grace is ninety and refuses to admit it. She is as sharp as a tack and in great shape. She religiously walks five miles a day. Her husband, Chuck, is a deep sea diver. He finally gave it up three years ago at the young age of ninety.
Other than my sisters and their family, I don’t really keep in touch with the rest of the families on my mother or my father’s side. I have tried, but most of them want nothing to do with me or the rest are after a hidden agenda better left alone.
After listening to all of the family stories, I have tons of materials for upcoming books!